I don't write the stereotypes...

I dont know where to begin!

When we left off last night, we were sitting on the beach drinking a bottle of wine. Relaxing on Taylor's beach blanket, watching the sunset and trying to unwind before leaving for Madrid tomorrow.

Well fast forward to 5am... Now theres a few cases of beer gone and we have made new friends from England, Ireland and France. I love Europe. We make friends with then most amazing people.. Many love to share their beer with us! #RIPromper

So after walking home obviously completely sober, we slept for a few hours before getting up to pack and check out. Now if we complained about the room being small, crowded and hot before... That's nothing compared to trying to deal with it and a hangover. Ohhhh boy.

Needless to say, we survived.. Packed our stuff, brought it to the bus station via metro (where we 300% almost passed out) to lock our bags, and set off for our last day before the bus to Madrid at 11:30pm.

First stop: Camp Nou, Football Club Barcelona's home arena. Now we all know Im not the largest football (soccer) fan, but it was an incredible feeling to stand in one of the worlds largest arenas and feel what it must be like to be a fan or a player. I learned so much about football ⚽ and we even stumbled upon a hockey arena (leave it to the Canadians)!

After an AMAZING lunch of spaghetti (followed by a burger for me), we headed to the boardwalk by the beach so I could pick up some goods from the street vendors and soak up the last of the beach before heading to the bus station. When it was finally time to leave, we hopped on the night bus and were taken to Madrid by a man who seemed like he had never driven stick in his life. 8 hours later, we are in Madrid! Olaaaaaaaa 🌊Meer informatie